Dream Vacation Pt. 03

For the moment, only the center stage was in use, and the girl who danced there was Candi. She had selected a cheerleader's outfit, and I couldn't help but chuckle when I saw that the number on her shirt was 34D. She saw me come in as well, and threw me a kiss as she twirled around the pole.

After taking in the atmosphere of the place, I turned back to Trina to ask her where she wanted to sit, but suddenly couldn't speak. Trina's nylon stockings didn't stop at the waist, but actually went all the way up her body and down her arms, covering everything but hiding nothing. Her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer, stretched nylon, and it was plain to see that she'd worn no panties. There was no adornment, lace, frill, or accent to the outfit; it was a simple body stocking, no more. But it was an incredible turn-on.

"I hope you approve," she said, posing for me with hips cocked and arms outstretched.

"Definitely," I replied.

"The best part is, it's totally elastic," she said. "I can pull my tits out of the top if they need touching, and there's a little slit cut right between the legs, in case you might want to slide something in there..." She reached down and ran her hand over my hardening cock as a tease.

"Now Trina, save some of him for the dancers," Samantha scolded as she approached us from behind the bar. I was almost surprised to see that she was dressed; I had come to expect the women at this place to be mostly naked all the time. I was also a bit disappointed, for even though she was over forty, Samantha could have held her own with the younger ladies who worked for her.

Undaunted, Trina gave me a sensuous kiss. "Trust me, Sam," she said when she came up for air, "my man could take on every pussy in this room and come back for more!"

"Well..." I mused, "maybe not... but I wouldn't mind trying, just to find out..."

The women both laughed along with me, and Samantha actually gave me a peck on the cheek. "Have a great time tonight, Xavier," she said warmly. "Oh, and you'll want to wear this chain; it identifies you as a VIP guest." Samantha put a simple gold chain around my neck, and went to greet the next guest.

Trina and I hadn't been the first to arrive. The married couple, Ted and Jean, were seated to one side of the center stage. I remembered that they had a black woman as their companion, but they seemed to have chosen a new girl along the way, a slim and sexy redhead who I would later learn was named Justine. She sat on Ted's lap, apparently giggling at his witty conversation while Jean enjoyed Candi's show.

Also there was Tom, who I remembered as the self-conscious guest who I had suspected was a virgin. He apparently still had some shyness to overcome, as he was sitting well back from the stage, at a table, with his companion (Lexus) sitting in the opposite seat. Still, he seemed to be having a good time, so I assumed that he simply preferred more privacy when it came to getting intimate.

Coming in just behind me was Brad, stumbling a bit and obviously already drunk. I couldn't help but wish he wasn't there; I suspected he had the potential to completely ruin the party. My suspicions were partly confirmed when I noticed Samantha, after greeting him, go talk to a pair of large men standing by the door who were apparently the bouncers. She pointed out Brad to both of them, and they nodded in an understanding way. Brad never noticed, but simply let his date help him to the center sofa. I frowned slightly; I'd wanted to sit there.

"Come on, let's get ourselves a drink," Trina urged, pulling me over to the bar. "We've got about fifteen minutes before the show really starts, we can take a moment to relax and get in the proper mood. Besides, you've seen Candi's tits before."

"Mmm, they were tasty," I smiled.

"Definitely," Trina agreed. "What are you drinking?"

I turned to the bartender, a cute and sexy blonde with very large breasts that sat up high on a black-and-white lacey shelf bra that left her nipples well exposed. She smiled at me with bubblegum-pink lips and leaned slightly forward on the bar. "Hey Xavier, welcome to the Club," she said. "What can I get for you?"

"Peppermint Schnapps, chilled and neat," I said.

"Interesting choice," Trina said with a raised eyebrow.

"That's what I always order at, er, gentlemen's clubs. Calms the nerves, freshens the breath, goes down smooth."

"Makes sense. Monique, I'll have the same," Trina said.

"Coming right up." Monique pulled a pair of frosty glasses from a cooler under the bar, and briefly touched them both to her nipples, which hardened in response. Then, she whipped out a bottle and flipped it over both glasses, filling them each with a double shot. A drop lingered at the bottle's tip, and she touched it with her fingertip and sensuously licked it off before sliding our drinks over to us.

"Enjoy," she said.

"I already did," I replied. I noticed that I was looking at her chest instead of her face as I spoke to her, and quickly looked up instead.

"It's okay, you can stare at them if you want to," Monique assured me, cupping her tits with both hands. "I wouldn't be showing them if I didn't want you to look, you know. By the way, Trina - great outfit."

"Thanks. It feels really sexy."

Monique put her hand on Trina's breast and gently stroked the sheer nylon over her nipple and into her cleavage. "It certainly does," she agreed. "Well, I'd love to feel you up all night, but I have drinks to mix. Have fun tonight, guys!"

Trina and I clinked glasses and downed our drinks in a shot. I looked over at the stage in time to see Candi fling her top off, and the memory of how it felt to touch and kiss those tits swam into my mind. It was exciting watching her perform when I knew I had fucked her not many hours before.

"You like Monique?" Trina asked me. "Maybe we can have her tomorrow night. Unfortunately, she can't join us tonight, being assigned to the bar."

"I'd definitely like her to join us before the week is out," I agreed, thinking of Trina's lips on those beautiful tits. "Does that mean the waitresses are all off-limits too?"

"Well, you can touch them once the rules change, but they're not giving lapdances and you won't be able to take any of them home tonight," Trina said.

“When do the rules change, exactly?”

"Anxious, are we?” She winked at me. “There are actually three changes throughout the evening. After the first couple of sets, you'll hear a chime, and that's a sign that the women are allowed to touch you and put your hands on them. They still get to be in charge, though. When you hear the second chime, that's when you're allowed to do anything to your lapdancer except fuck her or come on her. Third chime's when you can take your choice back to your room... and that's where you can do whatever you want. Or rather... we can."

"That's a lot of foreplay," I pointed out. "Long time to hold out."

"You're going to love it, though," Trina assured me. "Come on, let's go get the third couch before someone else takes it. Candi's almost done and you'll want to see the next warm-up act."

We got down to the stage as Candi began her third song ("Pretty Woman") and sat down on the remaining sofa. Trina made sure I sat in the middle and then lowered herself next to me with her legs crossed and bent over my knee. We both watched together as Candi untied and pulled off her string bikini bottoms, leaving her nude except for the red majorette boots. She strutted to the beat of the music around the stage, swung low on the pole and lay back to kick her legs in the air, the usual stripper moves. What made the situation unusual was the pretty girl sitting with me, watching the show and getting as turned on as I was.

"YEAH, baby!!" Brad shouted as she opened her legs in his direction. He threw back another slug of whatever he was drinking in celebration of the moment. I noticed his eyelids droop, and wondered how much longer he was going to stay awake. It certainly wouldn't bother me if he passed out.

Candi found time before the song ended to give both sides of the stage a good look at her sweet pussy, and finally took a petite bow and gathered up her cast-off outfit to retreat backstage.

"Let's hear it for Sweet Candi, ladies and gentlemen!" came a surprisingly feminine voice from the DJ booth. The DJ was a woman (I realized that every strip club I had ever been to had a man doing the music and announcements, and suddenly wondered why that was – a woman’s voice made it much more exciting). She was hard to see from where I was, but I could tell that she was a brunette and that I hadn't seen her before. "We have one more warm-up before the main event, so everyone give a warm welcome to local lovelies Kiko and Katiana!"

I heard the opening notes to "The Love Cats" as the curtain parted to make way for the girls, and the crowd cheered and whistled as they emerged. Katiana I knew well, of course, and she emerged on stage wearing a black leather body suit unzipped to the navel, looking dangerously sexy. Kiko, who I had seen in passing as one of Brad's companions, was dressed in a schoolgirl's outfit with her hair in pigtails. They both walked around the pole in opposite directions and met at the front of the stage, lacing the fingers of their hands together as their eyes met and their bodies touched. They arched backward away from each other, holding hands to keep their balance, and when they came back up it was to almost kiss... but not, as they quickly swiveled back-to-back and began to bump and grind to the music.

"Show us your tits!" Brad slurred, obviously way too drunk. I glanced back and saw that the bouncers were watching him, but nothing else. He hadn't really gotten that obnoxious yet, after all, but he was kind of spoiling the mood. Not that I didn't want the girls to show their tits, of course; it just wasn't necessary to shout it out.

The girls moved to opposite sides of the stage to dance solo, Kiko on my side, Katiana on the other. She leaned in close to me and Trina, and I realized she couldn't be more than eighteen. Her skin was golden, smooth, and unblemished, and as far as I could tell she wore no makeup other than a rosy gloss on her lips. She didn't need anything else for her sweet, innocent look which contrasted excitingly with the sexy ways she moved.

After a bit of dancing, the girls switched sides and I found myself facing Katiana. She looked almost like a different woman than the one I had known, with her skin-tight leather suit and hair that was now raven black instead of honey blonde. Her lips were painted dark red, and her eyes darkly shadowed. As she crouched down and swayed to the music, she seemed to assume the attitude of the panther. With her hands on the rail, she arched herself back and upward, letting her suit split open at the top to show almost all of her full and firm tits.

Then she stood up, and as the song drew to a close the girls seemed to rediscover each other, drew one another close, and with slow deliberation touched their tongues together.

The next song came up immediately, and I didn't recognize it but it had a good beat. The girls went got into the music right away, and as they danced together Katiana deliberately unknotted Kiko's shirt and pulled it sharply open, exposing the younger girl's pretty and petite breasts. Kiko responded by sliding her hands into Katiana's unzipped top and gently lifting out her partner's tits in return, letting her hands linger on them to feel and caress the smooth globes.

"Mmm, that's hot," Trina whispered next to me.

I had almost forgotten she was there. I took a second to glance over at her, and saw that she was watching the show intently, rubbing her own breast gently with one hand. She looked back at me and licked her lips, then returned her attention to the stage, where the girls were once again dancing separately.

"Don't worry, lover," Trina whispered, seemingly reading my mind again. "You'll get some good lesbian action later. Remember, this is still just the warm-up."

The rest of the song went by as the girls strutted their stuff around the stage, and again they ended up in each others' embrace at the climax of the song, this time with lips together and tongues deep in each others' mouths. I wondered for a moment how Katiana would get that suit off.

"All right, let's show our ladies some appreciation!" the DJ said. The room applauded as the girls onstage smiled and gave each other a brief hug and another quick kiss, and the act was over. Well, that solved the matter of Katiana getting undressed...

"That was Kiko and Katiana, our pretty pearls from the Orient. Remember, these ladies are companion girls right here at this resort, and they're happy to serve you during your stay.

"All right, is everyone feeling hot and horny?"

We all cheered, Brad naturally the loudest.

"That's good, because the feature show of the evening is about to begin. But before we get started, take a moment to freshen up your drinks and take care of any personal needs, because you don't want to miss a single moment of the hot ladies we're about to bring to you!"

"RUM!" Brad shouted, holding up his empty glass. Danielle delivered up a refill for him, which he drank in a shot. The glass fell on the floor as he passed out cold.

"I think I'll have a Coke, please," I said to Danielle as she turned our way. “Hold the rum.” Danielle giggled, and headed off to the bar to fill my order. One of the bouncers came over, picked up Brad's quietly drooling body, and carried him out. His companion seemed much relieved.

"So, Akimi, what are your plans for the night?" Trina asked the recently singled girl.

She shrugged. "Same as every night so far, I suppose. He hasn't stayed awake long enough to do me yet."

"You're kidding!"

Akimi shook her head. "Nope. He nailed Kiko on his first night, but passed out before he got to me. And every night since, he's been too wasted to perform. I think Samantha's planning on asking him to leave; she's worried about the liability of having him smashed all the time."

"Probably a good move. Hey, want to sit over here with us? Xavier's a great guy."

Akimi sighed. "You know I would if I could." She looked at me. "Technically, I'm still Brad's companion, so I can't hook up with any of the other guests. Rules are rules. But if he's gone tomorrow, I hope the invitation stands."

"That's up to the X-man, here," Trina said, cuddling up to me.

I thought Akimi was pretty fine, of course. It was amazing how much she looked like Kiko, and I wondered if they actually were sisters. The thought didn't exactly turn me on; I'm not into incest. If they weren't related, it sure would be fun to have them both. "We'll see what the future brings," I said with a smile.

Akimi rose to leave, and Trina turned to me. "I hope I wasn't overstepping there," she said with concern. "I didn't mean that she should be your second tonight, I just thought she could sit with us for a while."

"No, it's cool," I said. "Are she and Kiko sisters?"

"If you want them to be," Trina grinned.

"Seriously."

"No, they just look alike. The twin thing is a shtick they use sometimes, but there's no real relation. I know that look," she said playfully, "you want them both, don't you?"

"It would be fun."

"I agree. But we'll have to wait and see if Brad gets thrown out. Personally, I think he will, he's been getting on Samantha's nerves. It happens about every other week, some guest oversteps the bounds. I'm glad I don't have to worry about that with a gentleman like yourself."

I thought about the word "gentleman" and figured that a better word to describe me at the moment would be a horndog adulterous pervert, but she did have a point in that I wasn't about to piss on a good thing by acting like a total jerk.

"Tell you what," she said, giving me a quick kiss. "I'm going to go powder my nose, and you might want to go drain the main vein while you can still point it downwards. We'll meet back here to watch the girls come out. I can't wait!"

* * * * *

"Okay, everyone, are we ready to party??"

The small crowd cheered and whistled as the DJ (who called herself DeeDee, which was either an attempt at being cute or a description of her cup size) fired up the stage lights and the music. The opening riff to Donna Summer's Hot Stuff burst from the speakers, and Trina squeezed my thigh as she waited with giddy anticipation.

"We've got an incredible evening ahead of us here at the Dominican Club, and it's time to start our main event! In a moment, we'll welcome our hot and sexy visiting vixens, stripping to the skin for your stimulation! And ours is like no club you've been to before. Each set will feature no less than three nubile nymphs making waves on our stages, and while they strut their stuff our other girls will be making the rounds of the room, offering private pleasures to our wonderful guests! Twenty dollars is all it takes to have one of our lovely ladies on your lap, gentlemen... and that's just the beginning! In our club, we follow each set with a very special presentation, which we'll leave to you to discover.

"Now, for the bad news and the good news... the bad news is, we start the evening like any other club, which is to say that touching the girls is not allowed!"

A chorus of boos followed her words.

"That's right, anyone who gets too naughty before the time is right has to go sit in time out, and miss out on the fun for five whole minutes which will feel like years. But don't you worry, because as the evening goes on, we get loosened up and pull out the stops. Watch the lights above the stage and listen for the chimes. Right now we're in the red zone, but after the first half hour the light moves to yellow, and that's when the girls invite your touch. Follow their lead and let them give you a taste of what's in store for you when the light turns green a half hour later, and our ladies really turn up the heat! And don't forget, for the right price, you can take one of our performers to your bed tonight and enjoy her All! Night! Long!"

Cheers rose up from the crowd.

"Okay, our ladies can't wait any longer! Won't you join me in giving a warm welcome to... Charla! Victoria! Sandi! Delilah! Natalya! And Susie Q!"

The women came out onto the stage one by one, lined up across the wall, each striking a pose to show off her assets. The sudden assault to the senses was too much to process all at once, and all I was aware of was that six model-gorgeous women had just appeared in front of me, and that any one of them could be joining me that evening for not just a striptease, or even a lapdance, but for no-holds-barred fucking. I broke out in a cold sweat at the very idea.

"Don't you love this?" Trina asked me, her hand tightening on my thigh.

I didn't answer - my eye had been suddenly caught by the fifth dancer in line, the one named Natalya. She was a sultry, sexy brunette with an hourglass figure, huge and round tits and a narrow waist, curving out to a pleasingly rounded bottom. She was dressed in a red sequined dress and heels, a diamond choker, and her pouty lips sparkled red under the lights. She looked at me and pursed her lips slightly as if to give a kiss.

No need to see the package under the dress - I had found my second for the night.

"Trina," I whispered, not taking my eyes off the goddess in red. "Can you tell Samantha that I want Natalya tonight?"

Trina looked with me. "Ooh yeah... yeah, she's really hot. Fuck, I want her too. All right, I'll make sure we get her - but you know she has to do her sets first, and until the green light other guests will be able to get her for lapdancing."

"As long as she ends up in our bed tonight."